The Emerald Tower

The big clock in the town was rang--

Clang, clang, clang!

In this silent night, the bell sounded far away, alarming countless animals hidden in the snow, and in the town, lights appeared in every house.

Bo, Bo...

Four or five butter torches flashed on the flames, and one or two sparks popped up from time to time. Not far away, some scrap wood extracted from the ruins by the young people of the Fecharen Knights completed them at this time. The role of —— a huge bonfire was set up, which brought light to the surroundings, and the place where Dean and his party were located was shining brightly.

And under this flame, the first person in the town appeared. This was a man who had reached the prime of life, with a medium build and a dark face. He was only wearing a waistcoat-like leather jacket, and the exposed skin was dotted with stars. The mottled scars indicate the identity of the other party: the blacksmith.

Every time you smash the hammer against the red iron ingot, the sparks that splash will bring some "marks" to the blacksmith.

However, most of the time, these are regarded as their own merits by the blacksmiths.

Every blacksmith is proud of this.

However, now, the blacksmith's "contributions" were shaking rapidly-from his rapid breathing. Even though he was holding a hammer in his hand, his trembling arms clearly showed his inner timidity.

"My lord... you, who are you?"

Under the lighting of the flames, the blacksmith saw Dean and his party fully armed, and felt a little calm.

After all, bandits and mercenaries do not have such rigorous and regular appearances.

"Defendi collar changed its name to Zelgang collar three days ago. I am Dean Ken Zelgang!"

Dean looked at the blacksmith in front of him and said word by word.

"Raul has seen Lord Lord!"

The blacksmith was taken aback for a moment, and immediately bowed in excitement to salute. Then he turned around and shouted loudly: "Everyone, come out! Come out, the new lord has arrived! The new lord has arrived!"

The voice is loud and loud. It spread far away.

And the civilians who were still hesitating in their respective rooms, after hearing such words. One after another came out.

However, looking at these civilians in front of them, the young people of the Fecharen Knights frowned-because their dresses were too thin.

If the previous blacksmiths were not afraid of the cold because they were still strong, what happened to the children, the elderly, and the women in front of them?

Can you not fear the cold?

There were a few who responded quickly, and immediately understood what was going on, and looked at the former tax officer in Defendi Town angrily. If it hadn't been for Dean's order, these young people would definitely go up and beat up the guy who had wrapped themselves up.

"I have seen Lord Lord!"

In the dark, the civilians formerly led by Defendi looked at the newly arrived lord, bowed and greeted, but the body shivering in the cold wind made this greeting tremble.

"Siron, go and raise a few more bonfires!"

After taking a glance, Dean ordered directly.

Suddenly. Xiron took a dozen soldiers into action. The civilians formerly led by De Fendi watched in surprise at the actions of these young people in armor and solemn faces, and when a bonfire was born among them. time. The faces of these civilians were more surprised.

Obviously, they are a little puzzled.

After all, the previous lords were indifferent to them harshly.

"Raul? Are you Raul?"

Dean looked at the blacksmith in front of him and asked.

"Yes, Lord Lord!"

The blacksmith immediately bowed and replied.

"Can you answer me something?"

Dean continued to ask.

"can!"

The blacksmith looked a little nervous.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a few questions. You only need to answer. Any offense during the dialogue, I can forgive you!"

Seeing the other's tension, Dean smiled and promised.

"Thank you Lord Lord for his generosity!"

The blacksmith immediately saluted again; and the former tax officer who was limp beside him. It seemed as if it had only reacted at this time, and shouted loudly: "My lord, my lord. I said, I am willing to tell you everything! Please. Give me another chance! Please!"

Dean gave each other a cold look and nodded to Huck beside him. Suddenly, our deputy commander kicked the tax officer and slid a distance away. Tear off the other party's clothes and tear them into strips, using part as a rope to tie up the other party, and the other part to block the other party's mouth.

"Where are the remaining soldiers in the barracks?"

Dean turned his head and looked at the blacksmith, becoming amiable again.

"Soldiers? They are a group of robbers. After the baron’s mansion was burned down that day, we kept hiding in the house and did not dare to come out until this guy..." The blacksmith gave a vicious look at the original tax tied there. Officer, only then continued: "This guy called us out, and then the group of guys began to ransack us, everything that could be taken away was taken away; if it weren’t for us to resist desperately, and the group If the guy is eager to leave, our wives, sisters, and daughters will be taken away by them!"

A simple narrative, to make the faces of the young people of the Fecharen Knights present changed.

Obviously, they are very clear about what the so-called being taken away will be like.

Hey, hey!

Under the sudden strength of the joints, there were bursts of crisp noise, and Chad's breathing became heavy.

As we all know, Chad has a younger sister, and he is definitely a competent brother. The scene before him undoubtedly made the young Chad angry.

However, looking at the expressionless Dean, Chad restrained himself rationally.

"Where did they leave?"

Dean continued to ask.

"To the north, they are going to bypass Tyre and enter the depths of the snowy forest!"

The blacksmith said everything he knew.

"Thank you Raul for telling me everything I want to know!"

Dean walked to the blacksmith's side and patted the other person on the shoulder. This action immediately made the blacksmith flattered and bowed directly on one knee.

"Bring that guy here!"

Dean motioned for the blacksmith to stand up. Just shouted at Huck.

Our deputy head, holding it with one hand, is like carrying a baby chicken. Brought the other party over, and then. He fell heavily to the ground.

boom!

In the silent sound, the former tax official was thrown straight out of his eyes.

And before he could react, the rags in his mouth were pulled out——

"Let’s say, who are your accomplices, if you want to fool me, you must have prepared a set of rhetoric, and there are a few powerful witnesses? You must not tell me, it is because of your negotiation There is no massacre here! I know better than you what kind of people a mercenary is!"

While talking, Dean's foot stepped on the opponent's ankle, and then began to exert constant force.

"Ah! I said, I said, it's Hull, Delin, Jack..."

The former tax officer didn't have the slightest spine, and Dean said what he thought, and the pain in his ankle made him directly name several people.

Suddenly, there was a commotion among the civilians in front of them.

Obviously, these people still have some prestige among ordinary people, and the blacksmith looked at them in disbelief. Loudly shouted: "Hull, Delin, Jack, you guys tell me what this guy said is not true! My lord, please be aware of it. They won't do such a thing!"

"Chade took a few people to search these people's homes!"

Dean ordered.

After a while, several money bags appeared here, about sixty Kimptons-although not many for the nobles, it was definitely not the wealth that a few commoners could possess.

The blacksmith looked at the money bag, and suddenly a pale white appeared on his dark face.

"Asshole!"

The blacksmith roared and rushed at several people, punching and kicking.

The beaten huddled up there. No one dared to say anything, and none of the surrounding civilians came to stop it. Their eyes were cold and hostile.

Dean ignored the beating beside him, he looked at the tax officer again—

"They enter the dense forest of the snow field. You should know? And, the correspondent they contacted, you should also know? Otherwise, the depths of the dense snow forest in winter are the same as hell!"

Dean asked, and the soles of his feet pressed again.

However, this time, Dean chose another ankle.

"Know, know, I know it!"

The former tax officer said repeatedly.

"Huck left it to you! Let him spit out everything he knew!"

Dean said, the deputy commander on the side immediately took the opponent and walked to the distance. About ten minutes later, Huck walked back again; and those civilians looked at Huck in their eyes, and couldn't help but dodge a little hungry-after all For ten minutes, their ears were filled with the screams of the former tax officer.

"My lord, they entered the dense snow forest from the northwest side of Tyre, and the people who responded were the ‘hammer of riots’ guys-I confirmed it three times, it shouldn’t be wrong!"

Huck reported in a low voice, with a touch of worry on his face.

There is no problem with the previous words, but the "hammer of riots" is quite a big problem!

You must know that the other party is deep in the dense forest of the snowfield. There are several bandits who can form power. Not only is the "hammer of riot" powerful, but the subordinates can fight more than 500 people.

If they fight against each other with their current strength, they are basically hitting the stone with a pebble, but if they know it but don't go, it will also deal a blow to the reputation of Dean, the newly appointed lord.

Suddenly, our deputy head was caught in a dilemma.

"I know!"

Dean nodded indifferently, and then strode to the civilians——

"I, Dean Ken Zelgaon, as the lord of the Zelgaon collar, have an obligation to protect you, and I have the right to execute anyone who dares to invade or violate the Zelgaon collar... Xiren~www. readwn.com~ Go hang the guy who colluded with the bandits at the gate of the town, and you accomplices who are willing to be bandits, now you are no longer a member of the Zelgaon leader, take your family and get out!"

Dean scanned the civilians in front of him, and finally set his sights on the blacksmith.

"Raul, I want you to organize a militia to temporarily guard your homeland..."

"My lord, how about you?"

The blacksmith asked puzzledly.

"Since someone dares to take in those bandits, then they are my enemies...I will hang their heads on my territory! Huck, the whole team, go out!"

Dean spoke coldly, and then let out a loud shout at the end.

"Yes, my lord!"

The soldiers of the Fecharen Knights replied loudly.

ps first update~ (to be continued) ()